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Bath
In a lukewarm bath, I hold you close to my chest.
Small body resting while I cleanse your delicate skin.
You smile, the waters dirty.
I smile back.
I see now that you are not real and I am not your mother.
Even so, I see your face and weep.
The child I never had is gone and I miss her.
Small body resting while I cleanse your delicate skin.
You smile, the waters dirty.
I smile back.
I see now that you are not real and I am not your mother.
Even so, I see your face and weep.
The child I never had is gone and I miss her.
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